The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 38 Zhao Xiaochui's 'Mother'

Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Energy Pediatric Massage.

His left hand traced an arc, and the movement, ingrained in his very bones, abruptly stopped.

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly leaned down, glared, and spoke in the child's ear:

"Shh!"

The "Shh" sound technique opens the Heavenly Gate.

With the sound, the left thumb landed between the eyebrows, and then the right thumb, carrying a gentle warmth, landed above the left hand.

From the middle of the eyebrows (Yintang acupoint) to the center of the hairline (Shenting acupoint), form a straight line. Use both thumbs to push alternately from bottom to top, as if opening a door.

Every time Zhao Xiaochui made a gesture with her left thumb, she would glare at the child and say something in his ear:
"Shh~"

Perhaps in the process of saving a young life, the heat flow within his body became extremely sensitive. Following the sensation brought by the heat flow, Zhao Xiaochui kept adjusting his pronunciation. If someone were holding a medical acoustic analyzer at this moment, they would have noticed that Zhao Xiaochui's 'shh' frequency was steadily decreasing.

From 261Hz to 257Hz, with the arrival of the sixth sound "shh", the sound of the incantation and the child's liver formed the most perfect resonance.

Zhao Xiaochui was actually using heat to help the child practice the "Six Healing Sounds".

During the first pediatric massage, he hoped to minimize the effect of external force and allow the child's body to heal itself without side effects.

Ultimately, he was cheating and using hacks.

This was the time when Zhao Xiaochui actively expended the most heat flow. Without a teacher's guidance, the heat flow became the teacher, showing him the changes within his body.

Zhao Xiaochui was completely focused, carefully remembering every detail, until the child's breathing had completely stabilized. He then let go, wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the bowl, and stood up.

The curtains behind the sofa were suddenly pulled open, revealing two pairs of eyes, their faces obscured. Zhao Xiaochui smiled mockingly, turned, and went downstairs.

The curtains were drawn again.

The neighbors looked at each other, and one of them quickly went home to get a forehead thermometer and checked the child's forehead.

"..."

"How much?" someone asked softly.

The man didn't bother with any nonsense and simply showed everyone the forehead thermometer screen.

"Great pen!"

Some people exclaimed in admiration.

The neighbor holding the forehead thermometer turned to the person who had been recording with their phone: "Are you going to post this online?"

The person recording chuckled and shrugged: "Idiot!"

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"Zhao Xiaochui, you're going to be in trouble." The chubby receptionist seemed to know everything without ever leaving the massage parlor.

“That child’s temperature is 38.7 degrees Celsius. If we don’t treat him soon, he’ll become mentally disabled.”

“I didn’t say you did something wrong, I was saying you’re going to be in trouble.”

As she said this, the chubby receptionist's expression didn't seem troublesome at all; she had a half-smile on her face: "Some people won't listen to reason."

Zhao Xiaochui shrugged indifferently, took out his phone and waved it: "I have money."

"This is none of your business to pay for," the chubby receptionist said, only wanting to teach the boy a lesson, not actually punish him. She thought about how Zhao Xiaochui had a lot of money, all hard-earned, especially those large sums of money that cost a fortune, supposedly bad for his health, and thus earnestly advised him.

"Transfer some money home when you have it, and save the rest carefully."

Everyone knows that he sends WeChat messages to his "mom" from time to time.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly lowered his head and said dejectedly, "They don't want it."

Thinking of the text message he received that morning, informing him of a refund due to no one receiving the transfer, his mood became even more depressed.

"Them?" The chubby receptionist opened her mouth in surprise, as if realizing something.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded: "It's the village cadres and the elderly people in the village committee. My mother is gone, but the number is still there."

He would never forget that stormy night, the scene of that stubborn woman kneeling at the village committee entrance for his sake. He kept thinking, how could those kind people not care about him? If only his mother could have spoken to him in her final moments.

Sure enough, after arranging his mother's funeral, those people sold the pigs and reported the situation to the town, sending him to a boarding school.

They didn't let him suffer as a dependent, nor did they send him to a special school. After he graduated from that ordinary boarding junior high school, those people even wanted to sell pigs to continue supporting him, but Zhao Xiaochui ran away.

He will no longer let those people sell pigs!
Local native pig breeds should not be sold off so easily.

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Before his rebirth, the debt collectors finally found out the village committee's phone number, which became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

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“The child did nothing wrong. If you encounter something like this, you should help if you can,” Zhao Xiaochui patted his chest and laughed. “If everyone was afraid of trouble, I would be long gone.”

After saying that, Zhao Xiaochui perked up and enthusiastically threw himself into his work.

Watching the child's spirited back, the chubby receptionist suddenly remembered the police mobile phone that had been put away, and felt a pang of regret. Why had she insisted on her principles and not checked the child's identity information?

Zhao Xiaochui didn't take his situation seriously. When others asked, he would just say what he wanted to say, as it wasn't a big deal.

He is doing well now, living an honest life, earning money uprightly, doing honest work, and having an open and honest heart.

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Hello, welcome.

At 10 o'clock, the blind massage parlor opened for business.

Despite the change of signboard, the doubling of prices, and the fact that the technical director is not blind, customers still flock to the store as soon as it opens.

The mahjong players who stayed up all night couldn't wait to lie on the bed. If there was no specific need, the blind masseuses would just offer a full relaxation package. Because of the doubled prices and the influence of Zhao Xiaochui, massage parlors no longer had the problem of not putting in the effort, so a full package would really be relaxing.

Sweat would also appear on the technicians' heads.

If there are specific needs, such as for the neck or back, the technicians will follow Zhao Xiaochui's teachings and start with acupoints, instead of randomly pressing with all sorts of techniques as before.

During these processes, Zhao Xiaochui would also patrol and patiently guide customers who misidentified acupoints or used incorrect techniques, even demonstrating them himself. At this time, the selected customers would be as excited as if they had won the lottery, and others would congratulate them.

The technical director also receives a commission from the entire store.

This was under a signed contract. Zhao Xiaochui estimated that the "instant success" proposal was the fat receptionist's last test. After that, the platform would be expanded gradually as promised.

He thought about his bank balance: 598786.8. After deducting the 30 investment in the spa, he still had nearly 30 in savings. There were also many 'VIPs' waiting in the future, which would be a steady stream of income.

He also knows the street secretary, the police station chief, and the fat receptionist with a mysterious background who is his boss. He was already the 'king' in Fatou. Is he leaving to start over?
Only a fool can do it.

Zhao Xiaochui's workday begins with instructing his colleagues. Once everyone is settled, he returns to his waiting customers.

The old customers who can get Zhao Xiaochui's appointment slots from Fatty the receptionist now are all in urgent need, such as for stiff neck, acute sprains, etc.

As per the fat receptionist's instructions, for customers who get Zhao Xiaochui's morning appointment, we will resolve the issue for you, but you may not necessarily get a massage bed.

Everyone tacitly agreed: if you agree, you wait; if you disagree, you take a number and enjoy 60 minutes of service for 120 yuan.

"What's wrong, Uncle Qian?"

Zhao Xiaochui helped the old man, who was groaning incessantly, to his feet and asked with a smile.

"I sneezed and twisted my waist." Grandpa Qian was a little embarrassed as the people around him tried to suppress their laughter.

With his right hand on the old man's lower back, Zhao Xiaochui felt a slight warmth circulate around and immediately understood what was happening.

Squat down behind the elderly person and press the acupoint above the back of the knee.

Thumb pushing method.

Foot Taiyang Bladder Meridian.

Venezuela.

(End of this chapter)